#icarus my furry son

[urapunk]

Noemi by baby

NOEMI AKAMAI..... Idek if these are headcanons, facts, or just characteristics.

She's no better than Bruna. She's a brat and she'd really prefer to be the center of attention, but she's also not just gonna say it out loud. She's gonna bottle it up and wait to rant to mandy and bruna while they do eachothers hair.

Hates christy with a passion. They're like besties but eivals, batman and the joker relationship if you will. One cant exist without the other and no matter how many rumors are told, Noemi in the end will just insult her to a scary extent and plant playboys in her boyfriends locker. They love eachother deep down.

Noemi has a pet ferret, a silly little guy named Icarus. She loved hearing tales about the boy with wax wings flying far too close to the sun and decided to name the little animal after her favorite.

They both share a love for cheerios. She groans when the tiny animal sneaks a cheerio out of a bowl of cereal without milk yet poured in it. She lets him have 2 or 3 but then takes him away after. Shes researched many times if its safe for him to even eat cheerios.

She doesnt like to drink water but she still does either way, because obviously shes an athlete. If she could choose though she'd say something like strawberry milk or a peachy flavored soda (if those even exist anymore i swear ive had one before.)

Whenever she decided to make little bead bracelets icarus likes to dig around in the charms, and sometimes falls asleep with his nose buried in one of the small containers of beads (really likes green ones and also has a little necklace/ "collar" of yellow and orange beads made by noemi.)

<3

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N One-Shot Series PRT 36

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"So you and Y/n have seemed to settle into a nice place." Jack watched Dr. Carty's face as he held a satisfied grin.

"I like to think so. It's been nice having someone to wake up next to who doesn't think I'm a complete psychopath." Jack joked but Dr. Carty sighed.

"Well you aren't a psychopath Jack-" Before Carty could give him the whole spiel he laughed.

"I know I'm just messing with you doc. Y/n lets me joke with her about it so I guess I'm just feeling a bit more free with it.

"You truly do look free Jack. I'm very proud of the beautiful progress you've made." Dr. Carty shut his book and smiled at Jack.

"How about the medications? Are they treating you better?" He asked and Jack shook his head.

"Actually yeah these work a lot better than those last ones. Y/n told me to start keeping a medication diary on days I'm feeling weird so that's helped with what time of day I take them. Should have started boning a medical professional a long time ago." Jack teased once more and Dr. Carty actually chuckled.

"Thankfully you aren't my type." Jack's eyes lit up.

"Son of a bitch, did you just take your doctor hat off to make a joke? I think we'll both be leaving this session proud of one another." Jack and Dr. Carty laughed together.

"I also think now wouldn't be a terrible time to start looking into getting a companion of the furry variety. I can send you some really good adoption companies that my team works with if you're looking for one that's been trained." Dr. Carty started flipping through his folders and Jack felt a surge of excitement at the thought of getting his own dog.

"I'll run it past Y/n and see what she thinks. We much just go to a shelter." Jack saw the smile of contentment on the doctors face as he nodded in response. Jack hadn't even left the parking lot before calling Y/n to tell her he got the green light for a dog. When he walked into the front door he saw Y/n standing at the kitchen island with her laptop open.

"Okay so I've already found a few pups I think would complete your pretentious emo writer lifestyle." Y/n was bent over the counter and Jack took in a deep breath.

"Oh yeah? What have you found?" He leaned over her shoulder and looked at the dogs she had pulled up. They were all shelter pups with silly literature names.

"This one literally looks like a rat and it's name is Poe...liked Edgar Allen." She laughed. Jack put his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"What about this one...Duke." She pointed to a Great Dane and Jack laughed.

"Why not just get a horse." Jack teased making Y/n scoff.

"He can be a big sweet baby! Don't count the big ones out." Y/n kept scrolling through the pups and Jack moved her hair from her shoulder to kiss her neck.

"You off the rest of the day?" Jack asked rocking his hips into her ass so she could feel how hard he was.

"I switched with Candace. She's taking night shift so I can help you puppy search although something tells me your brain is in another place." Y/n let him squeeze her tits from behind her and she leaned her head back.

"Who knew therapy and dogs got you so worked up." She teased.

"Walking into the house and seeing my sexy girlfriend bent over the kitchen counter...that's what does it for me." She palmed Jack through his jeans and he groaned.

"Yeah? That's how you want me? Bent over the counter like this?" Y/n pushed her shorts down and Jack recognized the black underwear she was wearing. They were the same from the night she got naked outside and he was able to cum for the first time.

"Fuck...yes...this is exactly how I want you." Jack gave her ass a smack and watched it jiggle. Jack undid his jeans and pulled his cock out, jerking it to full hardness as he ran it over her ass.

"Mmm daddy's being a tease." Y/n bit her lip and look back at him. He twisted her arm behind her back and forced her to lay her face on the marble countertop. He slipped into her and it felt like her cunt was practically pulling him in. She hissed when he slapped her ass harder this time.

"You were wearing these panties the same night I watched you get undressed." Jack thrusted into Y/n steadily, talking over the sound of skin slapping against one another.

"All I kept thinking about was having you on your knees sucking my cock while I held your hair to face fuck you." Y/n moaned as he dug his fingertips into the meat of her hips.

"Yeah? You wanted to throat fuck me while I had my knees in gravel? How sadistic of you. Tell me AH- MORE!" Y/n shouted as Jack slammed into her deeper.

"I watched the way your ass jiggled and kept thinking, that's an ass I want sitting on my face while I tongue fuck her stupid." Jack gritted his teeth and Y/n whined pushing back onto his cock harder.

"Fuck Jack...I'm gonna cum already. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Y/n begged and Jack started fucking her faster, sloppier. He wanted to cum inside of her so badly. The more she moaned his name, the more he knew every time he was in the kitchen now, he would be hard as hell.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Jack asked frantically.

"Cum wherever you want to. I'm yours." He felt Y/n tighten around him and he pulled out just in time to paint the crimson hand prints he left on her skin with his cum. He jerked himself off until he was practically dribbling down his own fist. He could see Y/n's release running down her cunt to her thighs as she caught her breath. Jack put his cock back in his pants and walked around the counter to get a wet paper towel to clean her up with.

She felt the cool rag on her ass as he cleaned her and she started laughing. Jack stroked her back and pulled her shorts up until she raised her head to look at him.

"What's so funny?" He asked curiously.

"All I can think about right now is eating leftover pizza and getting high so I can take a ride on that pretty face of yours later." Jack matched her laugh and leaned down to kiss her.

"I'll grab the plates, you grab the joint." Jack heated up the pizza and carried it outside towards the pool where they had two lawn chairs. He grabbed two candles from under the sink and sat them on the table between them. When Y/n saw what he had set up, she smiled.

"You're getting so cheesy and I fucking love it." She gripped his chin to kiss him dramatically as she lit the joint and sat down opposite him.

"How was therapy?" Passed Jack the joint and took a bite of her pizza. Jack shrugged.

"It was really good. We talked about all my progress, I told him we've slept together..." Y/n snorted at how relaxed he had said that.

"You told your doctor we're on fucking terms now? How progressive of you." Y/n teased.

"I told him that we were together now...so naturally he asked if we had gotten intimate." Jack made a face as he repeated Dr. Carty's question.

"Did you tell him all the places in this house you've fucked me stupid?" She asked with a smile. Jack leaned towards and he nodded his head.

"Something like that." He kissed her lips and pulled back to lay on the chair.

"I'm proud of you, you know. You've really opened up since we first met. It's nice to be able to finally get to see who you are." Y/n took the joint and watched as Jack lit a cigarette.

"I want to say I couldn't have done it without you but I know you'll just give me shit-"

"Oh you would absolutely be lost without me." Y/n joked.

"Shanda is due to visit soon. She left me a voicemail about coming out but I didn't listen to the whole thing yet...I was kind of hoping you could meet her." Jack looked over at Y/n as she continued to eat.

"Yeah? You want me to meet your best friend?" She asked sweetly.

"Well both my parents are dead. You met my doctor in a less than normal fashion so I'd say it's time to meet the final boss." He looked over at her as he took another drag from the joint, forgetting about his cigarette in the ashtray.

Y/n got up from her own chair and sat in Jack's lap.

"I would love to meet your best friend Jack." Y/n rested her hands on his chest looking down at him.

"Good. I need to introduce her to my girl so I can brag about all the incredible sex we've been having." Jack smirked. Y/n laughed at him.

"I do believe you mentioned something about letting me ride that face..." Y/n reminded and Jack wrapped his arms around her torso, sitting up so he could lay her down on the lawn chair.

"We can do that right here, right now." She continued to laugh as Jack gripped her sides but they were both startled by the sound of a voice.

"Hey! No fucking on the pool chairs! I use those!" Shanda stood tall with holding the hand of a shorter brunette next to her. Jack's face lit up as he looked over at his best friend.

"Hey fucker! What are you doing here?" Jack asked still laying on top of Y/n.

"Visiting my stupid bitch best friend and his hot girlfriend." Shanda dropped her bag and Jack let Y/n up. He made the introductions and Y/n seemed to hit it off with them right away. Jack felt elated. It wasn't a feeling he thinks he's ever felt before but in this moment, that's the only thing he could think to describe it.

[mookupodi]

So much hate for Icarus but if I was Daedalus and had a himbo for a son, I simply would fly away with him at night.

[camels-pen]

2021 Fic Round Up

This year pretty much went: joined the phandom in late April(?), started writing in May, had burnout, wrote more in July-October, wrote a tiny bit more the last month, and now there's less than an hour to new years!

I wasn't planning on making this, but @aj-itated's fic wrap-up post kinda inspired me to have a record of all I wrote this year so here it is!

Posted Fics: 34 (and add 4 bc i put all my ectoberhaunt fics in one big fic on Ao3)

Word Count: 58,847

Events Participated in: DannyMay, Going Angst Week, Ectoberhaunt

Format for fic list: Title // Event (if applicable) // Ship, Word Count, Rating // Short Summary [Type of Crossover] (if applicable)

~ Listed from oldest to newest posted ~

What Could Have Been // DannyMay // Gen, 3k, T // Danny goes off on Vlad for altering his memories and making him think Danny was his son - Badger Cereal angst - Not Your Son part 1

No Place I'd Rather Be // DannyMay // Gen, 2.5k, T // The trio hang out & Sam and Tucker convince Danny to live in the Living Realm again

Space Hockey and Mothbabies // DannyMay // Gen, 2.9k, T // Danny ends up in a different universe & hangs out with the Ben 10 gang [Ben 10 Omniverse crossover]

The Big Dipper // DannyMay // Gen, 900, G // Danny chilling with Mabel and Dipper [Gravity Falls crossover]

Denial Only Gets You So Far // DannyMay // Gen, 2.1k, M // Aftermath of What Could Have Been - Not Your Son part 2

Party at the Earth's Core! BYOH (bring your own humans) // DannyMay // Gen, 417, G // Pun filled trip to the earth's core

A Host of Strange Times // DannyMay // Gen, 1.8k, G // Mentor Swap AU ft. Clockwork and Dr. Strange [Marvel crossover]

How to Take Out a Ghost by TooFineFoley // DannyMay // Gen, 1.5k, T // The Justice League can't handle the box ghost [DC crossover]

Bad Luck Tuck: The Sequel // DannyMay // Savant Par, 2.1k, T // Tucker tries to confess to Danny and the JL get in the way [DC crossover]

Job Shadowing a Teenager // DannyMay // Gen, 2.1k, T // Mentor Swap AU part 2 [Marvel crossover]

Restrictions and Work-arounds // DannyMay // Gen, 775, T // Not Your Son part 3 ft. Clockwork

ignorance is your new best friend // DannyMay // Gen, 2k, M // Incorrect identity reveal and clueless Fentons

A Connoisseur of Fine Art // DannyMay // Gen, 698, G // Fright Night likes toilets

Big Boy Tucker // DannyMay // Gen, 1.4k, G // The Trio celebrate Tucker's birthday at a roller rink

A Half-Ghost in its Natural Habitat // DannyMay // Gen, 1.1k, T // Wes Weston origin story

Let it Glow // DannyMay // Gen, 908, T // Danny glows in human form

Tucksicle // DannyMay // Gen, 333, G // Danny accidentally freezes Tucker

Sweet Sticky Payback // DannyMay // Gen, 434, T // Wing AU

Names and Hair Flames // DannyMay // Gen, 1.5k, T // Ember teaches Dan how to care for fire hair

Furry Paws and Achy Jaws // DannyMay // Gen, 1.2k, G // Werewolf Tucker AU

Boundaries // DannyMay // Gen, 3.7k, G // Not Your Son part 4

Icarus, you old fool // DannyMay // Gen, 3k, T // Not Your Son part 5, Vlad POV

High Tea Cozy // DannyMay // Gen, 505, G // Danny and Vlad have tea

Hellbent (not completed) // DannyMay // Gen, 1.8k, T // Not Your Son part 6

Classic Fenton Luck // DannyMay // Gen, 836, G // small continuation of Let it Glow

A Half-dead Mockingbird in Paris // DannyMay // Gen, 1.4k, G // The Fentons visit Paris, Jazz gets akumatized, and Danny gets a miraculous [Miraculous Ladybug crossover]

they're siblings, your honor // DannyMay // Gen, 1.8k, T // Danny, Jazz, and Ellie being siblings

dreams of the core // DannyMay // Gen, 562, T // Danny's core comforts him

One More Time // Going Angst Week // Gen, 1.6k, G // Ghost King Danny tries to stop the portal accident

EctoberHaunt 2021 // Ectoberhaunt // Gen, 7.9k total, T //

> Fic 1 - Magic Man // Tucker cuts Danny in half

> Fic 2 - Routine // The trio hang out at 3am & Danny makes a discovery

> Fic 3 - Desperate Times // Seasonal Core Danny AU

> Fic 4 - The Sword in the Cup // Pumpkin shortage during a fight with Fright Night & Tucker makes trouble for a coffee shop worker

> Fic 5 - energy drinks are bad for you - Danny gets poisoned

glue day // Gen, 1.9k, T // Jack and Jazz arguing about Danny

it's the little things // Gen, 619, T // Maddie ruins Jazz's morning

the king falls (for love) (not completed) // Dark Ages, 2k, G // Accidental marriage and forced to be roommates

(damn, I wrote A Lot)

[honestsycrets]

Hvítabjørn

❛ request | bonding with bjorn in the last trimester of pregnancy [ floooof ]

❛ pairing | modern!bjorn x reader

❛ warnings | none

❛ type | oneshot

❛ gif | not mine

Buckets of paint lined carefully taped walls. The crinkly newspaper was lined down over the crisp hardwood floors, ensuring that no speck of paint would get on the floors you loved so much. Frosty blue dripped from Ivar’s brush as he painted the edges and corners that you left only to him. Bjorn and Ubbe were left to the greater task of painting the rest of the room while Sigurd discussed stupid design options. Hvitserk was probably out somewhere getting pizza for lunch. Probably. Unless he got distracted again.

“We could do paper flowers on the wall.”

“Oh, you don’t think that would be too feminine for my little bjørn?” You say, your hand on top of the round swell that brought them all here today. Sigurd supplies you with his sketches upon his tablet, contrasting greys and whites to go with the blue that you both picked out.

“No,” Sigurd says. “It will be wintery like you asked.”

“It’s going to be prissy,” Ivar says under bated breath, outlining the bottom of the wall. Your head snaps around and suddenly-- so suddenly your eyes water over like a flip of a switch.

“It’s going to be prissy?” You squeal, the upset in your voice is now audible. “Bjorn said it wouldn’t be prissy.”

Ubbe tilts his head and slackens his jaw as he looks at his smallest of brothers daftly. The exhaustion in dealing with you was one thing-- and this baby wasn’t even his! Bjorn drops the roller of paint into its holding place, a splash bouncing onto his jean capris that he always used for painting.

“Babe.” He stops short of your stomach bumping against his firm body. “Don’t listen to him.”

“I just want to make his nursery before he comes.” You say. “One that he’ll like!”

Your lip quivers, pouting out as if you were going to sob right there on the spot. Bjorn leans up and lays a chaste kiss upon your forehead, smoothing his thumb over the top of your palm to console you. Leave it to Ivar to make you worry about manliness or some shit theory.

“It’s a room. Nothing more.” He says.

“Are you sure?” You murmur, bringing your hand over your stomach.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s the hormones and paint fumes you’re inhaling. Go lay in bed and wait for me.” He motions you with a raise of his unkempt beard toward the door. You would have gone to lay in bed and wait for him-- but you were always laying in bed waiting for him. Pregnancy was a nightmare with a man who thought that he knew best.

“I’m always in bed.” You complain, teaching to take his hands. “I want to be with you.”

“You’re pregnant. You’ll put him at risk?”

It’s like arguing with a doctor. No matter what you would say, you wouldn’t win. You sigh, looking around the room. Sigurd props open the window before setting his hand to your back. He still has his tablet in hand when he leads you toward your shared bedroom with Bjorn.

For hours, Sigurd lays in bed looking at stupid Pinterest rooms with you. You love your Bjorn, but he wouldn’t do the same. Whatever you want, babe, between watching the game with Ubbe. It was virtually impossible to get an answer out of the man.

At some point after several glasses of warm milk and questionable varieties of week-old popcorn, you succumb to sleep. Again. Your days were fleeting. The crisp daylight, the chirp of young birds and rowdy Ragnarssons had filtered out of your home. What replaced the wonders of the day was your husband beside you, huffing as he slept.

“Bjorn.” You grab his shoulders. “Wake up, baby.”

“Mmm.” He groans, a boulder like grip on his pillow underneath his head. Your tummy prods against him, round with his newest arrival. It’s been a long day of work with his brothers-- and the last thing his ass wants to do is get up, but his eyes spread apart opening despite being weighed down by exhaustion.

“I want to see his room.”

“Righ’ now?” He grunts, stuffing the pillow more stubbornly under his head.

“Right now, right now. So I can pick the decor.”

“Alright.” Bjorn shifts around his pillow, pushing himself up on his muscular arms. Not a sigh leaves his lips as he looks around the room and clearly questions his life choices in that exact moment. With his baby in your stomach though, how could he exactly say no? Bjorn reaches over, pawing your round stomach fondly.

“You want to see your room too?” He asks.

“He does!” You answer for your son. It’s good enough for Bjorn to grab his pants from the floor, sliding them up his ass before helping you off the bed.

“It should be safe now.” Bjorn lets his fingers lace with yours. Down the hall from your large room. Passing the formal living room is the room that was meant for your little boy. Bjorn pushes the door open, slipping behind you with his hands cupping your eyes like a mask.

“What are you doing?” You laugh and take a step forward. You incur small giggle when Bjorn sets one small kiss to your shoulder with his scratchy beard.

“Showing you the room.” He muses softly. “Not a peep.”

“I thought it was just painted!” You peel away his large fingers from your eyes. Before you is a frosty nursery decorated with all the grey faux-aged wood and fluffy white additions that Bjorn wasn’t so fond of. For you, though, he would put god damn flowers on the wall. Well, not really. Thankfully you weren’t that extreme! You step up to a mobile draping over the grey wood of the bed, tickling the furry white bear feet.

“Aw, it's a little bear!” You giggle. “For your little cub.”

“Now he’s my cub?” Bjorn reclines against the wall, arms folded. He hopes no paint will stain on his shirt but it wouldn’t be the first time that he got wet painting the house. You were a woman who liked everything how she liked it and most of the time that meant that he was the one to do the work.

“Of course he’s your little bjorn.” You say. “You’re my winter bear.”

You run your fingers past his crip to the rocking chair in the corner. It's complete with a furry pillow that must have been Sigurd’s doing. In fact, most of the room had to be. The chandelier of antlers would have been all of Bjorn’s touch, though.

Or maybe Ubbe’s.

“Did you do all this?” You ask.

“And the boys.”

For all that talk about a prissy room, it came together in a way that was effeminate for you… but manly enough that Bjorn wouldn’t be utterly terrified by what he had for his son’s room. The boys-- all four of them had pitched in some way or another. It quickly occurs to you that Ivar’s little snip was to get you out of the room as soon as he could. The ass! “Now are you ready for the birth?” Bjorn comes to your side, rocking your chair back and forth playfully so.

“Now I am.” You say. “Winter is coming.”

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[nostalgicidiot]

For the D&D ask meme, could you answer 4, 9, 12, 18, 21 for me? Thank you! 😊

*insert it’s been 84 years gif here*. Terribly sorry it took me so long to answer this, kind anon! Thank you so much for this ask tho :).4. Your current campaign. My current campaign is also my first one ever. Long story short, my friends and I got hooked on Critical Role last year and this sparked our interest in DnD. Speaking solely for myself, I’ve played pen and paper games before (I know a few of us did, too), but did not have much luck when it came to finding a steady group. Fast forward to almost one year later, we are now six players, one first-time DM who is utterly brilliant at breaking our hearts creating his own world and making us suffer (ok, we really don’t need him for that). All of our characters are squishy magic users (except for our rogue who’s also squishy and only starting to learn bits and pieces of magic): our party consists of one bard, one rogue, one sorcerer, one warlock and two druids (one of them is played by me). If chaotic stupid were an alignment, ¾ of our party would have it (me included): our sorceress is in possession of our shared braincell 99% of the time. It started with the four us (two friends joined later on) traveling together. In our first session our bard managed to get herself cursed (by touching an obviously cursed dragon statue), but that was only the beginning. A very real dragon appeared, destroying our means of transportation and killing almost every NPC except for three (I think). Oh, the adjoining forest also almost completely burned to the ground. How we made it out alive? Sheer dumb luck.You might think it got better from there on? Nope. Currently, we’re stuck in the hometown of our rogue, where she was a wanted person. Our bard’s curse gets worse by the day, other people are infected as well and we’re trying to solve this mystery if we don’t get sidetracked by (mostly accidentally) wreacking havoc on our surroundings (chaotic stupid, remember?)But in all seriousness: I love our campaign, characters, NPCs, my fellow players and our DM with all my heart. It’s been a wild ride so far and idk what we will unleash on ourselves the further we delve into this story, but I wouldn’t wanna have it any other way? We’ve had some hilarious moments and some heartbreaking ones that made a few of us burst into tears irl. Man, I love DnD./rant ends.9. Your favorite thing about D&D. Oh boy, where do I even start? Getting together with friends, immersing yourself in a great fantasy setting, breaking your own heart by getting more attached to your character the longer you play them, going on adventures together and the amazing moments that ensue because of it, oh and hoarding dice (they’re so pretty, there’s no such thing as too many dice, right?). Not to sound sappy on main: but the entire journey? When you begin you might think this will just be a fun activity to do with your friends, but it turns into so much more, and that’s wonderful.12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.Our druid Daedalee was called Daddy by a couple of our players (out of game) which basically led to the creation of his backstory (or an adjustment thereof).Our bard Aleyna once claimed as a kneejerk reaction that she couldn’t read or write, which we still bring up every now and then.My druid’s best friend/companion is a young bear: we made a lot of jokes about her referring to him as her son and the newest party members thinking she has an actual humanoid child that happens to chill out in the woods atm (sadly hasn’t happened in game yet). The fact that aforementioned characters don’t know about her bear and wonder why the hell she wants to search for random pebbles?Scaly and furry jokes ofc (for our cursed bard and wildshaping/bear-owning druid(s)All of us being unanimously in love with one of our DM’s NPCs (Snugg fan/wife club for the win).The vast majority of us being gay and dumb af.(@ petite-blossom and @mightynott made a vine compilation for our party and it’s hilarious).18. Does your party keep any pets? Since my druid girl keeps an actual bear by her side, big yes. He was not allowed to enter the city (and we were not very smart about it) and four session involved my character desperately trying to retrieve him to see if he’s fine. Also, I spent a huge chunk of my starting money on a bear saddle because I can.Furthermore, our rogue now has a bumblebee familiar (Icarus 21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done? She might have done a few stupid or impulsive things, but nothing that induced lasting panic, guilt or regret so far. Let’s hope it stays this way:(Only thing that she has regretted…is something she hasn’t done so far which is reaching out to her family at home.)Whoah, that’s it. Did not mean to turn this into a novel, but I have a lot of feelings about DnD xD. Thanks again for sending in your question!

[ecritetmort]

About the Writer (mobile-friendly version)

To start, more specifics about me as a person is over here on my personal blog.

For eleven years, I’ve been terrorizing the world with stories of vampires, faeries, demons and angels, and anything else suiting my fashion. For context, I’m seventeen and a senior in high school, so you can do the math on when my fascination with storytelling began.

As of right now, I have five active projects:

[Karyn] | potential: All the Tears We Didn’t Cry YA Modern Fantasy | LGBT (wlw) Romance | Novel A teenage girl revives into a world of unconventional angels and demons in which she is the key to a political revolution heralded by a king of shadows and must find her own truth and life before the two gods who returned her to life pull her from it once again. Character tags: Karyn, Death, Triste, Diana, Life, Oscar, Universe Character tags (main blog): Karyn, Death, Triste, Diana, Life, Oscar Pinterest boards: Karyn, Death, Triste, Diana, Life, Oscar, Universe (you can also see my Pinterest boards for some of the reoccurring settings.)

[Rose-Colored Boy] | potential: Tapes for Icarus Urban Fantasy | LGBT (not focus) | Novella (probably) (plot in progress:) focussing on an oracle, Tijuana, their roommates Hester (Oracle-in-training) and André (herbologist), and their brother, [Icarus], who has been traveling around the world as Apollo’s lover. Character tags (currently empty): Tijuana, Hester, André Pinterest boards: multi: rose-colored boy

[Apprentices] | (no working title yet) YA Historical Fantasy | LBGT (not focus) | Novel (in progress:) Set in Karyn’s world almost a hundred years earlier, twin sisters Zeta and Delta are offered apprenticeships by the twin gods of their world, and in the process come to know the Earth they have only glimpsed through their fathers’ and mother’s stories. Character tags (currently empty): Delta, Zeta, Bella, Castor, Pollux, Death, Life, Betelgeuse, Anne, Rajani Pinterest boards: multi: apprentices, Death, Life, Anne

[Girl Gangs] | (no working title yet) NA Urban Fantasy | LGBT (wlw) Romance | Novella (or shorter) Vigilante Moryseis has always gone by the name the Black Adder, but not until she meets the tiefling Red Rose does she realize that there’s more to her scales than just a nickname, and it’s going to take both dealing with her raging crush on Akdai and the hunters flooding her city to protect her family. Character tags (empty): Moryseis, Akdai, PAM Pinterest boards: Moryseis, Akdai

[etc] | (no working title) Urban Fantasy | LGBT (non focus) | Slice-of-Life short story collection Set in a similar world to Mory and Akdai’s, it centers around a web of vampires, incubi and succubi, witches, and mages settled into a world where magic is common, but there’s always that one dude who just isn’t chill with vampires. Light-hearted without being all fluff. Character tags: Nathan (vampire), Mya (blood mage), Tanith (vampire), Alex (incubus), Ava (herbologist), Lydia (witch and elderly landlady), Kenneth (gorgon)

As you can see, I have a bit of an affinity for gay ladies, in part because I am a gay lady, and fantasy. Karyn and the others, as my oldest characters, have the most development, while Tijuana, Hester, and André are my newest (but I didn’t list these in any particular order outside of what came to mind first, so). PAM and Akdai were first developed by a friend and I for a D&D campaign, with Akdai being my own, which is why she is.. literally a tiefling. From D&D.

In addition to my own characters, my wonderful datemate @thegreatphantasm and I have a series of crossover universes between their future webcomic, Here Be Lions, and what I’ve affectionately nicknamed the Karynverse (I’ll give it a better name eventually, I swear). There are four as of now, in order:

Joint House AU | Pride has kids. Karyn needs a home. Why not? Crossover Ships: Salted Caramel (Pride/Death), the Edges  (Triste/Adikias), (Louise/Oscar) Crossover-specific Characters: Aneko, Blaise

College JH AU | Pride and Death are the graduate student saviors of the three disasters of undergraduate students in room 66. (Info on this AU) Crossover Ships: Salted Caramel, the Edges, Fleur-de-3  (Florence/Oscar/Louise) Crossover-specific Characters: Noah

Animalia AU (aka the Furry AU) | It’s the joint house AU, except in a science fiction world where all humans are genetically modified to be furries. (Look to the JH AU for details, or this post for info on the world.)

Just Your Average Canon Casual Crossover | As on the tin: the worlds are together, but outside of a few times, they don’t interact. Canon is canon. Crossover Ship: Salted Caramel

In the JH and college AUs, the results of some ships are children that don’t exist in either canon. You can read an explanation of Blaise (and Aneko, though she isn’t mentioned by name) here. (Spoilers: Adikias wanted to do some magical artificial insemination.) As for Noah, he’s Florence and Oscar’s son, the one and only child of our one and only truly conventional m/f couple. Also, in case you couldn’t tell, I have a soft spot in my heart for Salted Caramel, and it is the sole reason for the genesis for every single crossover AU you see here. Every. Single. One.

Otherwise, you might find some allusions to a scrapped Steven Universe-crossover canon AU called Children of War, but I hated it so much that in a burst of energy one fateful 2 AM I deleted just about every post dedicated to it. I also have a pet canon AU where Karyn doesn’t leave home, leading to she and Death having odd roommate status as her life continues despite the grander plot, almost all contained in a short series called Death & Co., centered around little clashes of Karyn’s average Asian-American teenage life with Overprotective Asshole™ Death.

[brothersofthedominion]

Equilibrium

The Elf peered around his bedroom, creaking the door just enough to see if anyone was still awake. The only thing to accompany Icarus was the soft hum of the magicka swirling within the well at the center of the Hall of Attainment. The justiciar carefully pushed the door a little further, just enough to squeeze himself out of the bedroom.

A sudden low growl from behind jumped the Altmer, letting out a loud yelp. He stood motionless, listening for any rustling from the other rooms before proceeding with his task.

A scowl took over the mers face- it was the snoring of his godsdamned brother. Icarus exhaled as he closed the door behind him. How no one complained to Ancano about Aldaril yet was beyond him. Had the college not been made of stone, the whole building would have rumbled during the night. Icarus slowly but carefully made his way to the second story of the dorms- taking extreme caution when passing Ancanos quarters. 

A couple columns away, a Bosmer in mages robes leaned against the stone walls. Had he been told correctly by a couple of the shadier students, this was the mer to go to had one needed some more... 

not-so-legal supplies. The justiciar leaned himself against the wall adjacent to the Bosmer. His voice was silent but stern, “You’re Enthir, correct?”

The mer, unphased by the taller mer’s stern voice, responded “I am.” Icarus made a quick peek downstairs before stating, “I’ve been told you are a mer who knows how to get things.”

Enthir held his hand in a stopping motion, cocking his head towards the room behind him, “In my quarters.” he whispered.

The two entered the room, Enthir closing the door behind them, offering his guest a seat, “You got the coin, son?”

Icarus pulled a coinpurse from his belt, “This is everything I have.” He watched as Enthir counted the coin- 892 spetims. “What can this get me?”

Enthir frowned, “Can’t say, depends what you’re looking for- but for most options this hardly covers it.”

Icarus swallowed heavily, if only he hadn’t ran into Ancano earlier, he would not be in this bind. “I’m looking for alternatives for a better magicka pool.” “Hm.” Enthir rubbed his chin in deep ponder. “I can tell you right now you definitely don’t have the coin for most options, but there is one option I can think of...” “... How much?” “500 septims.” Icarus gulped. He knew damned well Aldaril would notice half of their finances missing. Maybe he could pin in on the cat later and hopefully get the furry bastard expelled, but it was unlikely.

He exhaled, “What am I getting in exchange of 500 septims?”

“Information.”. Icarus furrowed his brows, “... That’s it?”

Enthir shrugged, “Hey, you can take it or leave it. Up to you.” the bosmer chuckled “I’d figure for a member of the Thalmor you’d have a little more coin in your pocket.”

Icarus stood up, glaring down at the Bosmer, “And I’d figure for someone who knows who the Thalmor are would know when to watch their tongue.” He raised his voice. Enthir glared right back, “Do you think threatening the one person who can solve this issue for you is the best idea.”

Icarus stretched his lips, before settling down back into his seat, “Consider the 500 yours, but by Magnus, this better be good.”

“Right then.” Enthir nodded, “By the way, how far of measures are you willing to go for this?” “Just say it already.” Icarus inquired sternly.

“Very well,” Enthir clasped his hands together, “If you have noted the locked cabinet closer to Urags desk, there is a particular book that might be of interest for your particular predicament.” “And this book is...?” “Equilibrium.” 

“Hold up, now how is this illegal if its in the bloody library?!” Icarus sneered, “Don’t tell me I just paid you 500 septims to point me in the direction of the library.”

“Because in case you hadn’t heard me say ‘locked cabinet,’ if you just stride up to Urag and ask him for a copy of a restricted book, he’s going to throw you right out.” A mischevious grin curled on Enthirs lips, “The same way he did when you picked a fight with that conjourist yesterday.”

Icarus’ face ran red, clearly flustered that it wasn’t just the green oaf and Ancano that saw that fiasco, “Right, right. So how do I get in?”

“I could tell you for another 500 septims.”

Icarus stormed out of the mages quarters, 500 septims gone and nothing to show for it.

So godsdamned typical for the Bosmer folk.